I should like the fields tinged with red, the rivers yellow and the trees painted blue. Nature has no imagination.
I should like the fields tinged with red, the rivers yellow and the trees painted blue. Nature has no imagination.
“You may not believe in magic but something very strange is happening at this very moment. Your head has dissolved into thin air and I can see the rhododendrons through your stomach. It’s not that you are dead or anything dramatic like that, it is simply that you are fading away and I can’t even remember your name.”
Leonora Carrington